Hiatusoidal

No, I don’t know when McBickle died either. She might just be sleeping. Or resting. Or working desperately to finish her new online networking project titled “Fuckbook.” Or “Fuckster.”* She’s not sure which. She also, in her reclining semi-state hopes she will figure out how to write in the first person again or at least not talk in the third person about herself. She thinks either or both would be a grand improvement over this shit she’s writing here, now.


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*Fine. Credit, because it must, goes to my friend who came up with this concept, a friend I have no suitable pseudonym for, unless you count that I’ve always just called him “Herpes.” Sounds vaguely Greco-Roman. And dirty. He’s one of those things, so it’s okay.